With a strong push on his back, the Tu-154 rose into the sky. Zhao Hui looked at the desolate land outside the porthole and complained: "I hate sitting on the Tu-154 the most. The best place for this kind of outdated Soviet goods is the garbage dump..."
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Guanye frowned slightly, as if he didn't quite appreciate Zhao Hui's temperament, and he said: "Tu 154 is not without merit, at least it is very cost-effective, and it has three D30 turbofan engines, which can add a little more when flying over the roof of the world.
sense of security."
Liu Ziguang vaguely guessed that this was Zhao Hui complaining about the other party's improper arrangements, while Guanye was replying calmly. He said to Xini: "As long as the National Development and Reform Commission does not adjust the oil price, it is safe to fly on any plane."
Zhao Hui shrugged and stopped talking. Although the Soviet-style passenger plane was not as comfortable as Boeing and Airbus, it was better than a cat in the cold and bumpy pilot cabin of a bomber. It happened that the flight attendant came to deliver the meal with a trolley. Zhao Hui
When Hui saw the slim stewardess in black stockings, he shamelessly asked her for her phone number. As you can imagine, the stewardess just smiled professionally and ignored him at all.
"The horse has stumbled." Zhao Hui looked at the down jackets on his body and finally understood. The three of them all had the logo of an engineering company printed on their clothes. At a glance, he knew that they were poor engineers who went abroad to work. The stewardess had no time to deal with this.
It's sour.
After eating, they lay on the plane and stared for a while. In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the Benazir Bhutto International Airport in Islamabad. The three of them went through customs with Chinese passports in hand. What came to pick them up was a white van with the same company printed on the door.
On the sign, the driver was a local, and there was a mysterious woman covered with a veil. The exposed eyes made Liu Ziguang feel vaguely familiar.
As the van was speeding along the streets of Islamabad, there was no need to worry about being followed. Pakistan is China's most friendly neighbor, and the two sides have in-depth and extensive cooperation. The Pakistan Inter-Services Intelligence Agency must also be aware of this operation.
"It is said that the Americans have sent elite troops into the area to search. The Predator C is a cutting-edge drone that is still in the experimental stage. The superiors attach great importance to this operation. I hope you can complete the mission successfully." The mysterious woman spoke.
, Liu Ziguang knew who she was.
She is Ye Qing, an officer of the Second Department of the General Staff who had fought with her in the capital.
"Okay, this is not the first time we have done this. We know what to do." Zhao Hui said carelessly.
Ye Qing said without mercy: "Last time was the last time. This time I will be in charge. No mistakes will be made. If anyone disobeys the order, I will engage in military law and then report to the superiors."
Zhao Hui curled his lips and stopped talking. Guan Ye remained silent all the way and did not interrupt casually. This was Liu Ziguang's third mission. He was not very clear about organizational relationships and procedures, so he did not speak. Ye Qing was the only one in the carriage.
human voice.
"These are your identity documents, clothes and shoes, communication tools and weapons supplies. Once you enter the Northwest Frontier Province, you are all on your own. Remember, this is a war zone."
There was a pile of clothes and shoes in the carriage, including high-waisted warm military boots for cold areas and M65s with cold-proof linings, as well as woolen hats, sunglasses, gloves, scarves and other items, as well as two AK74U carbines, one SVD sniper rifle, and three
Stechkin automatic pistol.
"Get familiar with the weapons, we don't have much time." After Ye Qing finished speaking, he moved his body and got into the passenger seat in front, without even glancing at Liu Ziguang.
Zhao Hui picked up the AK74U and inspected it. This favorite Soviet weapon uses a 5.45mm caliber. It has a reliable structure and amazing power. Small-caliber bullets will cause terrible rolls when hitting a person's body, causing great damage. The disadvantage is the range.
It is not as good as a standard automatic rifle, and the muzzle flash and noise are relatively loud, so it is only suitable for skilled shooters.
He skillfully removed the magazine, pulled the handle repeatedly, and blew into the barrel of the gun.
Guanye also picked up a Stechkin fully automatic pistol, removed the magazine, pulled the slide, and a yellow-orange Markov nine-millimeter bullet jumped out from the ejection port. He nimbly used his left hand to
Catch it, check the bore, loosen the slide, pull the trigger in a safe direction, then pull the slide back and forth, pull the hammer, all parts of the pistol operate smoothly, and the sound of mechanical impact is clear and sweet.
Judging by the way they inspect their weapons, you can tell that they are all experienced guns. A true shooter must personally inspect the weapon before he feels confident.
There was a slender SVD sniper rifle on the ground. Liu Ziguang thought that his mission was to be a sniper, so he reached out to pick up the rifle, but his other hand picked up the SVD before him.
"You are a businessman, and I am the bodyguard." Guanye said.
Liu Ziguang smiled and didn't argue with him. Maybe his marksmanship was better, but after all, Guanye was the security officer assigned by the superiors. Everyone performed their duties, and it was more appropriate for this SVD to be placed in his hands.
When it was convenient to park the car midway, Zhao Hui couldn't help complaining to Liu Ziguang: "Unlucky, we met two novices who used us as sparring partners."
"Team leader Ye must have been working for many years, and Guanye is also a major. How can he be said to be a novice?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"The military rank is not low, but I have not been in this business for a long time. There is no military rank in the t army. Colonels and sergeants are equal. If I guessed correctly, the man named Guan has never seen blood. He just joined the t army.
From the army, not to mention Team Leader Ye, I don’t know her well yet.”
Zhao Hui sneered, shook the zipper twice, and lamented: "Our Yongchang company's status is still low. We sent two newcomers to cooperate on such a big matter. It seems they really don't take us seriously.
"
Liu Ziguang said: "Actually, that Predator is not as valuable as Team Leader Ye said, right?"
"Brother, you are really enlightened. The drone is just the icing on the cake. It is not something like B2 that can provide help in times of need and bring national defense technology to a new level. So, let's just be a sparring partner."
We had dinner at a small restaurant near Peshawar. Pakistanis never cook. Most of the food is cooked beef, mutton and rice, accompanied by tomato juice and chili sauce, and is eaten with the right hand.
"In Muslim countries, the left hand is considered unclean, so try not to touch others with your left hand." Team leader Ye also reminded everyone of various precautions.
"Silly girl." Zhao Hui muttered in a low voice and said to Liu Ziguang: "There are some gunsmiths near Peshawar who are very good at craftsmanship and can customize various firearms. If you are interested, let's go shopping when we come back."
"Okay." Liu Ziguang's answer was drowned out by a roar. A long heavy-duty convoy rumbled past with bright lights. On the escorting jeep, Pakistani soldiers held AK47s and were extremely vigilant.
"This is a convoy transporting supplies to the NATO troops in Afghanistan. After landing in Karachi, these trucks transport them all the way to Afghanistan. Recently, the convoy has been frequently attacked by terrorist organizations. A week ago, 80 trucks were burned and countless supplies were lost.
." Team Leader Ye introduced loudly, looking coldly at the mighty motorcade.
After Peshawar, they reached the junction of Pakistan and Afghanistan. Here they transferred to a Soviet-era GAZ jeep. Ye Qing and the driver stayed in Pakistan. They were support personnel and would not visit the front line in person.
The Pakistani security force officer guarding the border was a captain with a beautiful moustache. Perhaps someone from the intelligence agency had said hello beforehand, but he let him go without any inspection at all. The road along the way was full of weirdly painted trucks and long-distance trucks.
Passenger cars, and then the mighty NATO transport convoy, but no one seemed willing to go with the NATO convoy, probably because they were afraid of being attacked and causing disaster.
After entering Afghanistan, Zhao Hui's abilities were revealed. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a genius who was good at Pashto. If only his eyes were exposed with an Arab scarf, it was almost impossible to tell that he was Chinese, and Team Leader Ye gave
The M65 windbreakers they prepared are also in line with the Afghan people's wearing tradition. In the early 1980s, the CIA supported a large number of M65 military uniforms for the armed forces resisting the Soviet Union, and these clothing are still showing their residual popularity.
They spent their first night in Afghanistan in the cold of the Hindu Kul Mountains. The next day, the three of them went to the local market to find a contact. They said that the market actually only had a few stalls selling some cheap Chinese food.
Clothing, shoes and daily necessities, polyester double-breasted suits and bulky big-toe cotton shoes that have long disappeared in China are all very popular products here.
This was not the first time for Zhao Hui to come to Afghanistan. He found a shop on a familiar road. When the boss saw him coming in, he opened the inner door and welcomed them in without even greeting him.
"You stay here." Zhao Hui said to Guan Ye, and then led Liu Ziguang into the room.
The inner room was covered with wool carpets, and there was a row of firearms in the corner, including American-made, Soviet AK series, and antique-like Enfield rifles. A five- or six-year-old girl with big eyes sat in the corner and looked at them. The boss spoke in ordinary language.
Shitu shouted, and the veiled woman ran over and took the little girl away.
Zhao Hui put his hand into the sleeve of the arms dealer, and the two bargained like ancient businessmen. After half a day, they seemed to have reached a price that both parties were satisfied with. Zhao Hui opened a small suitcase that he carried with him, revealing
There are neat dollars inside.
The arms dealer's eyes were full of undisguised greed, but Zhao Hui just took out one of the stacks, counted ten hundred-yuan bills and handed them to him.
The arms dealer handed Zhao Hui a piece of paper, and then started chattering endlessly, but Zhao Hui was no longer interested and came out with Liu Ziguang, cursing: "This guy actually wants to sell a Hind
I’m really crazy about money.”
"The goods we want are not in his possession?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"Oh, of course not. Hamid is just a broker." Zhao Hui suddenly stopped and whispered: "The goods are in the hands of another warlord. I started to feel bad. This transaction seems not as simple as imagined.